Chapter 4
“Yeah, my family business tanked, and you throw me a hundred grand a month” Megan said, the bitterness seeping through her words.” But every time I take that check, I feel like… like some cheap hooket; the money was just a token of charity after someone’s had their fun!
Sullivan cut her off, his tone icy. “Is that what you think?“.
He gently but firmly grasped her chin, “What kind of prostitute is that–you don’t even know how to please a man, only capable of whimpering like a kitten! You want a divorce? What kind of life will you live without me?”
Megan winced as he squeezed too hard, raising her hand to push him away.
In a flash, Sullivan caught her wrist, his eyes drilling into hers as he pointed to her bare ring finger, “Where’s your wedding ring?”
“I sold it!” Megan’s voice was tinged with despair, “Sullivan, let’s just get a divorcel
It took all her strength to utter those words.
Sullivan was the man she had loved for six years, but if it hadn’t been for that night, if she hadn’t seen the sky lit up with fireworks, she might have remained trapped in this loveless marriage for many more years.
But she had seen them, and she didn’t want to be with him anymore.
Maybe life after divorce would be harder, and maybe, as Sullivan said, she’d have to endure others‘ attitudes just for a meager salary, but she had no regrets.
Having said her piece, Megan gently pulled her hand away and began to gather her belongings into a suitcase.
Sullivan’s face twisted with anger watching her frail silhouette. He had never imagined Megan would rebel like this, determined to divorce him.
A silent rage flared within him.
The next second, he had scooped Megan up and, in a few quick strides, tossed her onto the bed, his tall frame pinning her down. His face was close to hers, their eyes locked, their breaths mingling in a heated exchange.
After a moment, he whispered dangerously into her ear, “You are bringing up divorce because of Cressida, aren’t you? Can’t you just be honest, Megan? Mrs. Lowry was what you wanted all along, wasn’t it? Why you don’t want it now?”
Megan trembled beneath him. Even now, he still believed that what had happened back then was her doing.
Perhaps it was the contact of their bodies, or perhaps it was her soft and frail posture, but either way, Sullivan suddenly found himself aroused. His gaze darkened with desire as he pinched her chin and kissed her, his hand deftly undoing the silk of her nightgown.
Megan was beautiful, her skin fair and tender.
If Sullivan didn’t touch her, it would be fine, but once he did, he absolutely couldn’t stop after just two or three times. He kissed her tender neck, pressed her hands to either side of her body, their fingers interlocked.
He had always been dominant in bed, and Megan could hardly resist, always succumbing to his desires.
But now they were talking divorce, how could they still do this?
“No, Sullivan, it’s wrong.”
Her voice trembled, sounding lustful against the backdrop of the bedroom, her hair fanned out on the pillow–a sight so beautiful, waiting to be ravaged.
Sullivan pressed against her tender red lips, claiming her recklessly while speaking dirty words, “We’re still legally married, how is it wrong? You always say “no, but when has it ever truly been a ‘no,huh?”
